I actually just recently discovered RWBY and am absolutely addicted. Soooo after watching it all binge style, I've found I really dig these pairings and Sun and Neptune's bromance. Thought I'd take a swing at some RWBY fanfic. Here's hoping it's okay =)
"Dude, lay still." Neptune lobbed a pillow at the blonde faunus tossing and turning in bed across the room from his own. He had been restless since laying down and that had been nearly an hour ago.
"Sorry, can't sleep man." Sun turned to face his irritated friend, head propped on a pillow.
"You're thinking about her again, aren't you?" The blue haired boy's smirk could be heard in his voice.
"No!" He retorted incredulously. "Well, maybe."
Neptune cocked a brow.
"Ok, yes." His eyes lowered to the floor.
"Why don't you just tell her?"
"Tell her what?" Sun tried for innocence and failed miserably.
"Seriously?"
"That obvious, huh?" He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"Um, yeah." A vigorous nodding of head accompanied the duh expression.
Sun moved to the edge of the bed, elbows on knees, head in his hands.
"I don't know, man. She's just so distant all the time." He raised his gaze to the compassionate face across from him. "What if she doesn't even like me?"
Neptune sat up, mirroring his friend.
"What's not to like? You got style. You're ripped. You got some kick ass fighting moves." He gave a few karate chops to the empty air. "You also got that faunus thing goin' for ya'." Sun shot him a withering look. Empty hands came up in a defensive manner. "Hey, chill. No disrespect. Just meant you can understand where she's coming from a little more than others, ya' know?"
"Hey, guys. There are two other people in this room that are trying to sleep." Scarlet called from the futon. Sage merely buried his head beneath the pillows in an attempt to muffle the gossip twins. The talking boys went on.
"Yea, I suppose, but I don't think looks or mad kung fu moves are all that important to a girl like her. She likes books and stuff. Government uprisings... She's smart and cool. And really, really pretty." A dreamy look settled over his features.
"Yuck dude, enough. I get it. You like her." He rolled his eyes at his besotted friend. "Why don't you try being more sophisticated? Suave?" One hand motioned in a smooth line. "Maybe become more of an intellectual, like myself." He made voila gesture. Sun's lip curled in disgust. "Or... maybe wear glasses or somethin'." He suggested, his shrug nonchalant.
"Neptune, you're an idiot."
"Seriously guys...trying to sleep here." They continued to pointedly ignore the red head. Thoroughly pissed, he grabbed his pillow and blanket before exiting the room, door slamming behind him.
"Dude. I'll be whatever you want if you'd just let me get my beauty sleep. It's hard work looking this good." The smile he flashed made most girls melt into their shoes.
"You're such a chick." He said, shaking his blonde head.
Neptune fluffed up his pillows and snuggled deep into the teal comforter that overtook the single bed.
"That may be, but I'm a hot chick and that comes from my rigorous, multistep skin care regimen." He began ticking them off on his fingers. "Drink water, moisturize, and plenty of rest. Now go to sleep, before I get dark circles." The pretty boy grabbed his cooling eye mask from the bedside table sliding it on and flipping away from Sun.
For Sun's part, he rolled onto his back staring at the ceiling. He thought back to when he had first seen her. It was just in passing, him a blonde blur as he made to escape the security guys on the docks. Even in that split second he had known what she was. The bow did nothing to hide it from him. Meeting her eyes was electric and he still swears up and down he saw a small blush as he threw a casual wink in her direction. That whole incident had led to her parting ways with her team, hiding away with him, and eventually letting him in, if only a little bit. She had to be something special if he had been willing to cope with the silent and not so pleasant treatment from the cagey brunette. Maybe it was the chase. Then, at least.
The fight at the docks had brought a whole other level to everything. He had seen her afire for what she thought was right. And the way she moved...amazing. Quick and strong, blade cutting through the air. They had moved seamlessly while fighting, moving in and out, finishing a sequence of blows as if they had done so hundreds of times before. It had been like a twenty-three hit combo from one of Ruby and Yang's fighting games. His adrenaline had been pumping, heart hammering with excitement as they fought together. Finally, he had found an equal. There would be no need to protect her, though he would gladly use his body to shield hers. Too bad her frosty team mate didn't feel the same. Unfortunately, he was the one Weiss was so adamant about protecting her from.
The dance. That had shown yet another side of the perpetually introverted girl. She could have fun too. And that dress...he couldn't stop staring at her, when he wasn't wrestling the noose that hung around his neck. Those damn formal accessories could all be burned for all he cared. But, it was worth every restrictive minute to see her smile, truly letting go and enjoying herself. It was nice to be normal for a night. No zealot factions, no professors droning on and on, just some bad dance moves and a blonde dude in a dress. It had been a great night.
Turning over on his side, Sun's mind drifted on those thoughts until sleep dragged him down.
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The next day found Sun more than a little distracted, sleep deprived and walking in daydreams. In his haze, he managed to level poor Ruby traveling the opposite way down the long hall.
"Waahhh!" Text books went airborne as the petite girl landed on her backside.
"Oh! Man, sorry Ruby." He reached down a hand and pulled her to her feet.
"It's okay." She brushed at her skirts as he collected the books scattered across the floor dodging feet of passing students.
"Here." He extended the retrieved items in her direction.
"Thanks." She smiled as she took them back from him, clutching them tightly to her chest. She noticed he wasn't making direct eye contact while he shifted from foot to foot. "Hey, you okay?" Her hand rested on his shoulder, brows creasing with worry.
"Huh? Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Just a lot on my mind right now." He smiled an apology for his inattention.
"Okay." Her large eyes searched his face for the lie and found none. "Well, if you need to talk, I'm here, okay?" With that and a quick, awkward pat on his shoulder, she scampered off to her next class.
He continued on his way, thoughts still in overdrive when he got a glimpse of long, black waves.
Blake...
Impulsively, he followed her into the library, drawn like a magnet. He often followed her there unseen to watch her eyes gloss over the pages, the sunset falling on her as she was curled up in the usual rust colored chair. It was her favorite place. Quiet. Secluded...yet completely surrounded by a million people and places, diverse and special in their own way. He never interrupted nor gave evidence of his presence, afraid she would be angry or that she would feel her privacy had been tread upon. It was good enough stealing glances through the cases, spaces left vacant by a book's absence.
Today was no different as he looked on while she indulged in a well worn, leather cover novel...minus the pair of lilac eyes that caught him in his guilty pleasure.
"Boo." The loud whisper came a mere inch from his ear causing tension to sing throughout his body.
"I wasn't doin' nothin'." The blush and fidgeting hands said otherwise.
"I didn't say you were. Guilty conscience?" The smile she wore was smug.
"No. I was just looking for this book." He inwardly groaned as he held out the first book his hand fell on for her to read the title. Relationships for Dummies. The girl's smile grew into a grin.
"Oh, Sun. Troubles finding that 'special someone'?" Her mock sympathy earned her an icy glare. She giggled.
"Shut up, Yang." He slid the book back in its respective place. "What are you doing here besides pestering me?"
"Well, it is a library. Just might be looking for something to read." Her voice was sing-song and grated on his already frayed nerves.
"Good luck in your search." Sick of her smart ass, he stepped around her and down the aisle.
"Hey, Sun! A little advice? You'll get farther if you talk to her instead of creeping on her!" The intentionally boisterous statement drew every eye and faltered the blonde faunus's steps sending him stumbling into the nonfiction shelf. He cringed as the metal structure came crashing down with the book titles starting with F-K falling about him. He may have left with a shred of dignity if it wasn't for the fact that the first person he made eye contact with was a very peeved Blake.
"Were you spying on me?" Her amber eyes burned with fury.
"No!" His hands moved frantically to deny the notion.
"Then what were you doing?" The blonde opened his mouth to reply and was cut short. "And don't say looking for a book!" His eyes crossed as he tried to focus on the finger pointed in his face. "Anyone who knows you, knows you hate reading."
Sun had the sense to bite his tongue on the lie.
"I just...I" The words he was coming up with were nothing that would dig him out of the proverbial hole, so he chose to let silence hang between them.
Blake let her finger drop, straightened and headed out the door.
The librarian finally made her appearance, rolling up to the mountain of literature, on her plush office chair.
"Mr. Wukong. Be sure to clean up your mess before you leave." A cold glance over the top of her wire framed glasses and she glided back behind the checkout desk.
Embarrassed, discouraged, and feeling dejected, he fell back into the pile, closing his eyes with a sigh of exasperation.
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It had taken nearly an hour to get the bookcase in a standing position and fully alphabetized again. By the time he had finished, he hated books even more than before and Yang nearly if not as much. That brat was going to get it the next time he saw her. His tail twitched in agitation as he made his way back to his room. On the way there, he contemplated how he was going to apologize to Blake. By his calculations, five heaping bowls of tuna and a hard back copy of every book in her favorite series. Then, maybe, maybe she would speak to him again. He opened his door, defeat pouring off him in waves.
Neptune was lounging in the bean bag chair, head phones on, eyes shut as a classical music flowed through the ear pieces. The vibration of the door being shut traveled through the floor and up his legs. A cracked eye took in the sad, pathetic excuse for a man sprawled across the middle of the floor. He debated a moment, unsure if he wanted to dive into the pity party or pretend like he was fast asleep. The loud groan coming from the prone body by his feet made the decision for him. Pulling an ear bud out he readied himself for the pitiful tale that was to come after he asked the following question.
"Hey. You okay?" He feigned as much compassion as was possible. No answer. "Dude. Sup? Talk to me." Still no response. Extending a leg he prodded Sun's side with his big toe. The blonde gritted his teeth against the assault and shimmied away.
"Stop, man. You know I'm ticklish." Brooding didn't quite give his actions justice.
"Stop ignoring me then." He sat forward to lean over the blonde's inverted face. "I'm your bro, right?"
"Yeah." A full bottom lip could be seen protruding from the tan face.
"We're friends, right?" A fist bumped into Sun's white cotton clad shoulder.
"Yeah." Sun's blue eyes met Neptune's.
"And friends help each other out, right?" He asked smiling.
"Yes." He said, returning the smile ten fold.
"Okay, soooo. What's up?" Neptune flopped back into his chair.
Sitting up to face his friend, Sun gave him an embarrassed look before explaining the whole library fiasco. The 'creeping', Yang, the shelving catastrophe. By the time he had finished, his friend's jaw was near touching the floor in disbelief.
"Dude, so not cool." He shook his head, eyes down in shame for his comrade.
"Thanks. Like I don't already feel like the biggest loser to ever loser." Even his responses were pathetic.
Neptune knew something had to be done. He liked Sun. They were bros. But, his buddy's uncool behavior could squash his own reputation, and he would hate to have to make Sun tear up his friend card. That in mind, he began thinking of a plan to get him back to his equally cool self.
"Alright, man. I've got an idea to make the Sun shine again." Toned arms crossed over his chest in a strike of confidence.
"No, dude. Just no." Sun shook his head at his extra cheesy team mate while making his way to the door in attempt to escape the stupidity.
"C'mon man. That was good!" The blue haired boy jumped up after him. "You're just jealous." He said, closing the door behind them.
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"He did what!?" Weiss bolted up off the bed, blue eyes wide.
"He secretly followed me." Blake repeated quietly.
"The correct term is stalked, I believe." Yang added cheerfully earning her a glare from the brunette. The blonde shrugged a half-hearted apology. Weiss was wearing a hole in the dorm room floor.
"I knew there was a reason I didn't like him. I have half a mind to march down to his dorm room and run him throu-" A pale sleeve was grasped, halting her steps.
"It's fine. I'm fine." The snowy haired beauty looked down to her captured sleeve then up to the golden eyes that pled with her to let it go.
"Fine. But if he pulls a stunt like that again-" Her words stopped short as her sleeve was released and her hand was then grasped.
"Thanks." The brunette gave her a timid smile. It was nice to have a friend like Weiss, no matter how detached she attempted to appear. Like the way she avoided saying anything in return to Blake's gratitude. She merely arched a brow and cleared her throat before initiating a change in subject.
"So, I was thinking we could get some training in today." She had lowered herself into the wooden desk chair, legs crossed at the ankles, hands folded in her lap. She was always so polished, no matter her environment. The girl could be sitting in the worst slums of Vacuo and she would look like she was dining with royalty.
"Yeah! I'm up for a little action." Yang sprung up from her cross legged position on the floor.
"Sure." Blake answered, lifting one shoulder in half a shrug.
"I'll message Ruby and tell her to meet up with us." The blonde was scrolling through her numbers as they moved towards the door.
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"So." Yang breathed out heavily between strikes. "Do you like him?" Her elbow came back to meet with Blake's ribs eliciting a soft grunt from the brunette.
"What? Who are you talking about." She asked, fist grazing her opponent's cheek.
"You know who." A quick grin before she grabbed the over extended hand, jerking it behind the brunette's back.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She struggled against the hold, tension threatening to dislocate her shoulder.
"Sun?" Yang breathed into her ear. Blake could feel her face grow hot as the embarrassment and anger boiled up inside her.
"That idiot?" She broke free, rapid blows coming in succession aimed at the other girl's abdomen, the last two landing.
"Ow. That last one hurt a little." She smirked while regaining her defensive stance. "I think I hit a sore spot." The way she shuffled foot to foot, teeth fully bared in smug satisfaction, grated on the faunus's nerves.
"He is one of my kind that can be useful at times. Nothing more, nothing less." She blocked a series of punches flying at her face and torso. Her forearms were going to bruised come tomorrow.
"I think," Yang ducked below a high kick, fist countering in an upward strike, "you two would be cute together." Blake took the hit, doubling her over.
"There is no way" - her black boots connected to Yang's chin as she did a back flip - "in hell" - another barrage of Yang's hits were blocked, the last one caught in a two handed grip before a tights clad leg swept out the blonde's from underneath her. Blake came to stand over her - "I would fall for someone like him." Yang's mouth turned upward, amusement sparkling in her eyes.
"Whatever you say." She took the hand offered to her, rising to her feet. "I think you should give him a chance. Any guy willing to stick around this long has to be worth something."
'What's that supposed to mean?" Blake's small cat ears twitched in agitation, her bow wiggling.
"It means, if he can put up with your moody, anti-social self, you shouldn't be so quick to dismiss him." She pushed her bangs back from her sweat dampened face. After tossing a bottle of water to her sparring partner, she cracked her own, taking it down in one go.
"I am not moody or anti-social. I'm passionate about my beliefs. And just selective about who I speak to and what I spend my time on." She finished her bottle tossing it in the trashcan.
"You keep telling yourself that, kitty cat." Hooking her arm around the brunette's shoulders, they went for the door. "Let's go get us a reward for all our hard work. I'm thinking ice cream."
"I am going nowhere with you until you shower." She pinched her nose to fend off the sweat induced odor.
"Oh, you think I smell? Well, how about this?" The blonde trapped her friend's face deep in her arm pit, laughing as her victim struggled to break free.
"Yang, this is so gross! What is wrong with you?" Her words were muffled as the arm around her was vice like, pressing tight against her face.
"I won't let you go until you tell me you will give him a chance."
"What?! No way!" Blake pushed against the restricting bicep harder.
"Yup. Say you will go out with him on one date and you're free."
"Why does it matter so much that I do?" She had stilled, earnestly curious for the left field demand.
"Because," Yang's arm loosened a fraction, "no matter how hard any of us try, we will never understand what it's like to be treated like you. We care and want you to feel loved, but you have this wall Blake." She had completely let go, eyes sad as she stared into glittering gold. "You just can't trust us fully. And, not that you don't want to, but it's impossible after all you have been through. I just want you to have someone that gets you completely, and that you can trust without a doubt." Tears fell freely for both girls and they embraced briefly before wiping hastily at the offending evidence.
"Okay." Blake stared hard at her feet. Yang couldn't hide her surprise. "But just one." She jabbed a finger into the blonde's side. "And if it goes as horribly as I suspect it will, you will drop this insane notion of yours and never bring it up again." She felt more comfortable in her defiance than she had moments ago when Yang had just barreled through her walls as the tenacious girl did with everything else in life. She appreciated Yang's concern but was a bit miffed at her ability to see what was hurting her the most. I guess that's what friends do. She finally had a true friend.
"Deal." The mega watt grin made Blake uneasy as she took the offered hand in oath. She just looked too damn sure of herself. "So. When are you going to call him?"
"I don't know. I don't even have his number." Blake focused hard on the wall patterns down the long hall. She was feeling a smidge nervous. Distracted, she didn't see the quick fingers that nabbed her scroll from inside her back pocket. "Hey! What are you doing?" She reached for the pilfered item as Yang held up and away, fingers flying over the keys.
"There! Now you do." White teeth flashed in triumph.
"Where did you even get it?" She continued to reach for the scroll as Yang extended it and snatched it back over and over before a sly look crept over her face. In an instant her finger hovering over the number hit send and she tossed the scroll at Blake before bolting down the hall, locking herself into their room. Narrowed eyes bored holes through the door until she heard his voice on the other end.
"Blake? Is that you?"
'Oh, crap. Now what do I do?' She thought furiously.
"Blake? You there? Is everything okay?"
Taking a deep breath she brought the screen up to eye level.
"Hey, uh, Sun. What's up?" God she sounded like a bumbling idiot. Holding the screen out of view, she banged her head against wall, mentally cursing her meddling friend.
"Not much...is there something I can do for you? Since, you called me..." His voice was cautious, since she was never the one to initiate a conversation with him, like, ever. She heard Yang's voice ringing in her head. A promise was a promise and she wasn't one to not follow through on her word.
"I was just wondering...if maybe..." Man she sucked at this crap. Sun sat patiently on the other end hoping he knew where this was going. "You would like to possibly...and it's okay if you don't...want to do something Saturday night." Now that she said it, she felt the urgent need to vomit.
The last words were jumbled and barely a whisper, but he had heard them loud and clear. Setting his scroll down he did the edited-for-time version of his victory dance. Picking it back up, he turned on his usual self confidence.
"Sure. I suppose that'd be fun." Didn't want to sound too eager. To her own surprise, the answer had her heart doing a weird pitter pat thing.
"Great. I mean, that's cool. How 'bout a movie? At...six?" She asked nonchalantly.
"Yeah, sure. That's cool. I'll uh, see ya' then."
"Yup. See you then." She quickly pressed end. The dorm door flew open and she was enveloped in strong arms and a large chest.
"I'm so proud of you! But, your delivery was pretty lame. We really need to work on that." Releasing Blake, she stepped back into the room dragging the resistant girl behind her. "So, what are you gonna' wear?"